| You need your book, your gods
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| And
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| You need the noise and the fear of a hole in your chest
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| At the expense of arrest, you have survived
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| You gotta know, You gotta know that it
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| Doesn’t matter what you say
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| All creation goes away
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| Communicate the mind and the blood and stone
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| You need the mil, the rights, and the people you own
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| And you get high on the throne in the tower of life
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| You gotta know, You gotta know that it
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| Doesn’t matter what you do
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| In the end, you will find
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| You ran out of time
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| But I tried so hard to make something of my own design
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| The chase, the height, a balanced fight
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| Your sore inside blackens the soul
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| The bell invokes the hungry ghost
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| You gotta know, You gotta know that it
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| Doesn’t matter what you do
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| In the end, you will find
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| That you wish you could die
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| But I tried so hard to make something that is mine
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| Oh I never wanted to be here along at the edge of the line
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| Churches crumble, cities fall to time
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| The thorn in your side
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| Never wanted to be here along the edge of the line
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| Churches crumble, cities fall to time
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| The thorn in your side
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| Always burning with the question why
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| The pain never dies
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| And the beauty rots and the stars decay
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| We are left less every single day
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| But its all okay, when you come to know
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| When it’s time to go, you will go along |